Falling for you
Muses: Harisu, anyone who'd like to join
Location: The dorm building
Status: Open
Completion: In Progress
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harisu moves into the dorms
Type: Thread
She was still tired. First she'd had to sit in a way too small airplane seat on the flight from Japan to Korea (which really wasn't that long in actuality), visit her family (which always prove exhausting), and then take the long drive from Seongnam to Seoul (which actually wasn't that long either, but her brother's car was stuffy and the air conditioner was broken). Of course chatting with the company about what was going on was interesting. The woman had a mind for business and didn't like being boxed in. Especially in an unreasonable situation.
But this was all fine.
Training would be difficult she was sure but it would be worth it. Not only would she get to improve her skills, she would be able to debut under a successful company, which guaranteed her some sort of starting fame. The rest would be up to her of course but Harisu was confident she could work this out.
With a sigh, the woman heaved her many bags up the stairway, trying to get to her dorm. Why did she have to pack so much? Harisu was brought out of her thoughts as she felt the guitar strapped to her bag slip off and fall to the steps before.
"Mother fucker," she cursed as she tried to set her bags down on the stairs to go assess the damage.
Location: The dorm building
Status: Open
Completion: In Progress
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harisu moves into the dorms
Type: Thread
She was still tired. First she'd had to sit in a way too small airplane seat on the flight from Japan to Korea (which really wasn't that long in actuality), visit her family (which always prove exhausting), and then take the long drive from Seongnam to Seoul (which actually wasn't that long either, but her brother's car was stuffy and the air conditioner was broken). Of course chatting with the company about what was going on was interesting. The woman had a mind for business and didn't like being boxed in. Especially in an unreasonable situation.
But this was all fine.
Training would be difficult she was sure but it would be worth it. Not only would she get to improve her skills, she would be able to debut under a successful company, which guaranteed her some sort of starting fame. The rest would be up to her of course but Harisu was confident she could work this out.
With a sigh, the woman heaved her many bags up the stairway, trying to get to her dorm. Why did she have to pack so much? Harisu was brought out of her thoughts as she felt the guitar strapped to her bag slip off and fall to the steps before.
"Mother fucker," she cursed as she tried to set her bags down on the stairs to go assess the damage.